Brayden’s POV
I kept the note. How could I not?
Admittedly, I had stared at it for longer than I should have before tucking it away in my wallet.
I had compared her to moss back on the rooftop of Aurum. Said she’d grown on me like it. I hadn’t thought she would remember but apparently she did because she’d signed the note ‘Your Moss Wife’.
It was already a new day but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. She had been sitting here in my office, just about 24 hours ago – nervous, self-conscious, a little fidgety, like the walls of Patterson Financial were a cage. She didn’t owe me a damn thing, but still…
She’d brought my briefcase. She’d cooked lunch. She’d made tea like it was a ritual, even though I knew for a fact she wasn’t a tea person. From what she’d said, she’d had to go online t
